Seedling

An inner coffin, inlaid with silver, houses the outer body twined in silken grave clothes.
She's alive with maggots in an untrammeled garden.
The mistress hidden in her limpid idyll pillow to pillow with the cruel intoxicant.
The collected prayers of a pitiless pleasure sought.
Illuminated through pillars of smoke a desire rooted in the exalted disgrace of an ecstatic immersion.